Over a hill

He wondered if he wasn’t told to fuck off
He wondered if he wasn’t told it wouldn’t happen
He wondered if he hadn’t heard the voice or the message
Would he have a voice, a place
Would he lean back one day watching his kid play, oblivious to all that has happened
All the choices, beliefs, sacrifices and reliefs his father went through
For them both to be here
One to play. One to lean back and smile.
He designed it all before his grandfather died
And before he died, his grandfather asked what the significance of the flower was
He thought for a moment and recalled a time when Something Beautiful was simply something beautiful
And reflected on how he had lost that for a while until he came across that flower
The flower had a beautiful life but didn’t think it could cope with him being in it
So instead starred at the wondrous silver columns of the falling rain that came through the peaceful sounds of a solitary night
When it rains it pours, but to see such beauty in pain and falling rain was rare.

- Sleeps